Lelith Hesperax had long since lost the sense of disgrace and shame unique to humans.
During the years the Dark Eldar had spent chasing thrills,
Lelith Hesperax had already tried nearly every extreme and depraved indulgence imaginable to the races of the galaxy. The Dark Eldar's pursuit of sensory stimulation had reached an incomprehensible extreme; their excessive craving for intense emotional stimulation had led to the birth of Slaanesh.
So by now, the stimuli before them no longer evoked any particular feeling within them. They lacked the ordinary emotions that could provoke intense reactions.
Only in the arena, and through the various toxin-crystal bullets steeped in pain and despair, could she barely experience the ultimate emotional stimulation.
Yet in an arena like this, facing such a number of enemies and so many aristocratic spectators, she remained naked and utterly at ease, as though no one else existed. That alone showed how dull her perception of emotion had become. She needed stronger emotional stimulation, and that intensity inevitably had to be expressed through the sensory agony of her enemies.
As the crowd cheered for her, the naked Lelith Hesperax was already making her blades dance in dazzling patterns. Within this arena, every sensation was amplified. Even the enemies' perceptions were heightened by the sensory glands scattered throughout the venue, all so that they could better feel the pain they endured.
The cracks in the souls of those gladiators, born of agony, would become the finest drink in the entire arena.
Everyone looked forward to tasting the shrill howls emitted by tormented souls.
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In the arena,
the Eldar hidden among the followers of certain nightmare cults within the Kabal observed everything in the arena, then slowly rose and left, passing along cryptic messages from their hands.
Outside the arena,
other Kabals